When you caught him smoking
Jay sat on the spacious balcony, perched on a comfortable chair, his fingers tightly wrapped around the chilled can of beer. The evening had gracefully transitioned into the night a little over an hour ago, casting a mesmerizing array of stars across the sky.
It had been quite some time since you had departed, embarking on your new venture to Japan for a prestigious fashion show. This was the longest period of separation you both had experienced, and it weighed heavily on Jay's heart.
While distance may have physically separated you, the countless FaceTime calls acted as a lifeline, keeping the connection alive. Each conversation revealed just how much he missed you, and the mere thought of your absence tugged at his heartstrings.
The longing to hold you in his arms grew stronger with each passing day, and he yearned for the moment when you would return to him. That day finally arrived when your work in Japan was completed, prompting you to hastily secure the earliest flight available, eager to be reunited with Jay once more.
In an attempt to create a memory that would linger forever in his heart, you decided to keep your imminent arrival a secret, concealing the delightful surprise that awaited him.
As you turned the key in the lock, the door swung open, revealing the darkness that cloaked your apartment. A flicker of anticipation danced in your eyes as you pondered the possible reasons for the absence of light.
Could Jay be fast asleep, worn out from the day's exertions? The time was well past 11 pm, and you knew his restless nature would keep him awake, even at this late hour.
Setting your suitcase aside, you ventured further into the apartment, making your way toward the shared bedroom. However, your steps came to an abrupt halt as a peculiar and somewhat unpleasant scent permeated the air, assaulting your senses.
A toxic aroma lingered, its presence undeniable.
Casting a wary gaze into the darkness, you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette occupying the balcony—a silhouette you recognized all too well.
It was Jay, sitting there in the dimly lit space, his thoughts a mystery yet to be unraveled.
From the shape of Jay's tense shoulders, you could sense the weight that burdened him, while a faint wisp of white smoke floated before him, dissipating into the night air.
Startled by your presence, he jolted up from his seat, inadvertently releasing the grip on his beer, causing it to tumble and shatter on the ground.
The tranquility that had enveloped him was abruptly disrupted by the sound of your sweet voice, breaking through the haze of his thoughts.
He wasn't even sure if he could trust his ears; the sound of your voice felt surreal and otherworldly.
Turning his figure toward you, his tense expression spoke volumes, revealing the turmoil that had plagued him during your absence.
Unbeknownst to you, the passing days had taken a toll on his spirit, leaving him yearning for your comforting presence. But before he could fully process your arrival, there was a burning question that tugged at the forefront of your mind.
"Jay?" you spoke his name softly, seeking his attention, and in that moment, his eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of relief and tension swirling within them. However, before he could respond, you posed the question that had nagged at you.
"Are you smoking?" you asked, your voice laced with concern, as your gaze shifted to the wisps of smoke that lingered in the air.
"I missed you," Jay murmured, his words escaping his lips before he could register your inquiry, his mind still reeling from the sight of you standing before him.
"Are you smoking?" you insisted, determined to uncover the truth. Jay hesitated for a moment, his internal struggle evident, before he finally nodded his head in reluctant admission.
"Why?" you inquired, searching for an explanation to understand his actions.
"I don't know," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse. He was acutely aware of the detrimental effects of smoking, but his loneliness had driven him to seek solace in the temporary respite it offered.
"You know you shouldn't expose yourself to those toxic substances," you pleaded, gesturing toward the cigarettes with a mix of concern and frustration.
"Y/n, I just felt so lonely here, and I wanted to ease my mind," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. The weight of guilt washed over you upon hearing his words. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have allowed myself to succumb to this habit."
"It's okay. You have me now, Jay," you reassured him, your voice filled with understanding and love.
As he approached you, his arms outstretched, he enveloped you in his embrace, providing solace in his strong, protective hold.
"Kiss me?" you whispered, a mischievous grin dancing on your lips as you looked into his eyes.
"Your wish is my command," Jay responded, a playful smile lighting up his face. As he leaned in, his lips met yours, igniting a spark of passion and desire.
In that moment, you could feel the tension of longing melt away as your souls intertwined in a dance of fiery love.
But just as things were about to escalate, you halted him, recognizing the importance of the promise you needed from him.
"Wait," you gently interrupted, your voice filled with a mix of seriousness and tenderness. "Promise me that you will never put another cigarette between your lips as long as we are together."
Jay looked at you, his eyes filled with amusement, a mischievous glint dancing within them before he spoke.
"I promise that your lips will be the only 'cigarettes' I put between my lips," he declared, his words dripping with playful affection. And with that promise sealed, he claimed your mouth once
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